Now I'm not tryin' to be crude,
But hey pretty boy i just killed you,
The way you did the things you do,
Now your body's in the back my Lexius Coope,
And there's blood up in my grill,
Gotta' drive away from the hotel,
I'm lika' football coach,
I'm gon' run you off the field,

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The cops a goin "toot, toot"
So I scream back "beep you"
I ran over his 'fro,
With my big boy 24's,
And the search is on the radioooo,

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This is the remix to a murder,
Prople please do not linger,
And imma hidin' that body,
And it's gettin' me thinkin',
That I never pulled that gun,
That I never got that drunk,
'Cause now I'm bein' chased and it isn't no fun

Your body's bouncin' in my Stress Navagator,
I got your blood everywhere,
As if I was Luke and you Vader,
I got my shotgun to my left,
Body on my right,
Bring 'em both together and you got a murder all right

And after the shot it's the bloody scurry,
And after the blood it's the hotel lobby,
And you look around once before you hide the body,
And take it to your room and knock-off somebody

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boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom; boom, boom, boom
Now it's the murder I wrote,
Burn all my bloody clothes,
Privicy is on the door,
But still they can hear you hit the floor,
Now I'm glad I'm not feelin' what your feelin' ,
I'm really wishin',
That I could get to my car, and put my key up the ignition

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Boy we off in this jeep,
Doin' 180,
Runnin' the red lights,
Coppers are followin' us,
Lookin' at the back of my truck,
This is the remix,
My time is runnin' out.